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I got instincts like you would not believe, my flight or fight response could burn bridges on the moon-

thick vacuum spacesoup, no match for this fear

 

nah I’m fucking with you, have a low threshold for trust

I believe in you even if your divinity is serpentine, bed with teeth, caged horizons like you wanna keep me here

 

don’t do bars though

that song is too difficult to articulate.

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rabbit brain
racetrack neurons distractions the
cardboard shield against

darkblank

emptiness

canvas, the void
peeled back and
wordlesss

sobriety the loudest silence.
gutless, endless

no cliff, no sky.